Suicide.
If your like most people, you've tasted the word on your tongue.
If your like me, you've rolled it around in your mind.
Like a wine full of bitter but a little bit of sweet.
Count the bitter pieces in the wine.
I mean it.
Right now.
Count them.
All of them.
Tally them up like pills your thinking so hard about taking.
The bitter pieces.
Who would miss you if you were gone?
A hell of a lot people, that's who,
Even if you don't think so.
I would miss you, and I don't even know you.
So count them.
This second.
I said: COUNT THEM.
What else can this world possibly hold for you?
Too much to die so young.
No matter who you are or where you're from,
There is always the wind and the sun in the sky and the sweet soil,
There are people to meet and places to go,
Your own life to make better
And other lives to touch.
So count them on your fingers, then your toes, then the hairs on your head
And the stars in the sky.
Because they're there.
So count them.
Do it NOW.
Does the good in the would outweigh the pain?
Hell, yes.
It doesn't look like it right now, I know.
But you'll be back later and think about it.
And you'll be very
Very
Very
Very
Happy that your alive.
And so will I.
So do what I said and count those bitter pieces,
Because those ranks in the wine of suicide,
Are the sweet parts of your life.
Even if they haven't happened yet,
They're out there.
Waiting for you to come reach for them.
The bitter pieces.
The sweet pieces.
So do the world a favour.
Drop the pills,
The knife,
The gun.
Drop the draught that is suicide.
Do the world a favour,
And don't kill yourself.
Because the world needs you.
And even though I might be halfway across the world,
So do I.
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